National Tree of Mexico

The bus was speeding. From Mexico City to Oaxaca de Juárez was a long way – around 500 km or 6 hours in Mexican time, which means that it could extend to infinity. The road was strewn with car parts and crashed metal corpses left along the roadside to rot. The bus was heading to the capital of Oaxaca State. The state, famous for the variety of indigenous cultures, witches, mushrooms and magic. However, the only magic that I was looking for, was the magic of a decent sleep. Soon afterwards, the creaky hostel doors opened and heavy unventilated air filled the lungs – falling asleep was inevitable. I was sleeping, when he came at night…